Seconds (feat. Giova Carti) - Fran Marco

In Atlanta with some organic Pussy man I smoke that organic Fendi down I'm smoking organic Die Lit F&N I'm smokin' F&N, I'm smoking organic She bent down, she need some more breath I got smoke all in the air Fuck this up and you get left, yeah AP on my fucking left Stack it up right on the shelf Your bitch look familiar I got drip, I let it walk I got cash, I let it walk I'ma do this by myself On that jet by-by myself I touch down and shoot the gas tank, uh yeah I touch down and get my fingers wet My bitch getting G.O.A.T. head (hold up) Riding 'round on moped My bitch off the Percocet Pop that bean and count them dead, uh Yeah she suck me, I can't feel my legs My bih yucky, she don't use no hands (hold up) Dancefloor with the diamonds dancing Dancefloor with the diamonds dancing That why you can't buy them bags In L.A. I smoke that gas In L.A. I link with slatt That bitch wit' you, she gave you back I fucked that bitch then gave her back I nut on her she make me 'lax That gun on me I cannot lack Your bitch right, she got it clapped You can die for yours boy, you get clapped I took that lil' boy right off of the map We killed that boy right here, right in the trap I love my lean, I fucked around, relapsed I fucked that bih, she running 'round in laps You touch down in my city, you better tap That bih right here, she know she gotta tap I've seen that bitch run round in Nudy's 'Cat That bitch with me and now she on that pad I'm in southside, and I'm weighing the crack I'm in southside, and I got the gat I'm in southside, and I hang with blatt I'm in southside, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Too much lean, too much ice (hold up) One more pint, one more pint Too much lean, too much ice One more pint, one more pint One more pint, one more pint One more pint, one more pint Too much lean, too much ice One more pint, one more pint

Yeah, uh, yeah Remedy up a check, I used have nothin' She gon' come and suck me 'til I'm numb Good brain like she student of the month She say that that money make her cum Ooh, she drop dead gorgeous Crop top Porsches, drop top Forgis Tryna dodge police, top five gorgeous Icebox stonies, yeah I got it on me, mmh Yeah from rags to riches, met the baddest bitches Say they best friends and I had 'em kissin', I like nasty women We got perkies if you want that, she on that If she bad you know I want that, but I can't raw that, mmh (no) Don't assume that I'm your boo, mmh Baby lose the attitude, mmh I refuse to be a fool, mmh (ayy) Thought we was cool, what's up with you, mmh (uh-uh) Yeah you a hottie, but I know you thottie, mmh (I do) Might throw a party, but you not invited, mmh (your crew) Look at my army, swear it look like Follies, mmh (they too lit) That thang poppin', swear it's like hydrolics, mmh (Kap G) Remedy up a check, I used have nothin' She gon' come and suck me 'til I'm numb Good brain like she student of the month She say that that money make her cum Ooh, she drop dead gorgeous Crop top Porsches, drop top Forgis Tryna dodge police, top five gorgeous Icebox stonies, yeah I got it on me, mmh Walk down on it, yeah, yeah Nigga think he got me, that's a dead homie, yeah Pop out with that thirty, hold on, uh, fuck a fed homie I be on it early, hold on, hey, I got bread homie Why my cup so dirty, yeah, I go 730, yeah Fuckin' on his thot, man come get this bitch, come hurry, yeah I be on the block posted up with that lil thirty, ooh Ice all on my watch, yeah my right wrist so damn blurry, ooh, ooh Run that check up, it's a derby, ooh, yeah Bentley coupe, yeah, cost a birdie, yeah, yeah Forgiato, no no you can't curve me, uh, yeah Beatin' up that pack, give it no mercy Remedy up a check, I used have nothin' She gon' come and suck me 'til I'm numb Good brain like she student of the month She say that that money make her cum Ooh, she drop dead gorgeous Crop top Porsches, drop top Forgis Tryna dodge police, top five gorgeous Icebox stonies, yeah I got it on me, mmh